The usual warnings: this is pornography, written specifically for private masturbation. Do not read if it might offend. This particular story is longer than I am used to writing, and will therefore be published in five parts rather than in one hit. That said, it remains in essence a simple story leading to a single event. If you take the time to read on, many thanks.
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Rory's Bat
PART FOUR
We'd been there a week, and were both a fabulous bronze colour. Each night we went out on the town, picking up guys. There were loads of gay bars and a few clubs, and there was no shortage of European cock on offer. The first night Rory awarded 6 out of 10 to a German in the bar bogs, 7 to a Swiss in a chillout room in a club, then 8 to a hung Italian who he brought back to our hotel room. I'd picked up a French boy earlier and brought him back as well, and we'd had two orgasms and were on our way to a third when Rory and the Italian came in. The French boy was definitely on an 8 and looking to a 9, and neither he nor the Italian blinked as some symmetrical twin fucking got underway on our side-by-side beds. The Italian didn't even attempt to take Rory up his own hole, but I smoked a cigarette as I watched Rory get a blowjob from both the Italian and the French boy. Our two eurococks left together, to pursue some more fun on their own, and Rory and I smoked naked as we scored our fucks and jotted down the marks. After that it just got better and better.
Sleeping late we hit the pool after a breakfast taken at lunchtime. A few hours in the hot Med sun kept the tan ticking over nicely, especially as our gay resort permitted naked sunbathing. That first afternoon while we were sunbathing Rory scored another 8 with another Swiss in the bogs next to the pool, and I took a disappointing 5 from a Swede up in his bathroom. We ate a huge evening meal after long showers, and went out again, drinking, cruising, fucking, cruising, fucking again, cruising again, bringing whoever you were with about 2am back to the room. We could have stayed out doing this all night, but Rory and I both loved the naked soft-cock cigarettes we had at dawn when we totted up our marks. In the shower before sleep Rory massaged my shoulders and my aching buns, and rubbed aftersun into my back. We slept well in the cool breeze of the fan.
Day after day passed like this. Loads of sun, lots to drink, and sex till your balls were empty and then even more sex after that. Rory had developed a fan club in one of the bars by the beginning of our second week. A trio of Dutch boys who had all worshipped Rory's bat earlier in the holiday announced to the whole bar that Rory had the largest cock on the whole island, if not Europe, and a general holler arose calling Rory to prove his credentials. Rory was far too English and, more importantly, nothing like drunk enough to do so, so the bar had never got their proof, but it hadn't stopped drinkers cheering randomly when Rory and I walked in on subsequent nights. Even though it certainly wasn't hard to find a guy to have sex with at any time, Rory now no longer even had to try. Of all the guys that spoke to him each evening, if one was good-looking or attractive in any way, Rory would just ask if he fancied some fun, and off they would go to a dark corner, or even back to the hotel if it was late enough. There was a curious side-effect of Rory's popularity: many guys were also interested in me. Assuming that Rory and I were a cool couple on a no-limits sex holiday, lots of guys asked me how big it really was and what did it feel like to get fucked by him. I just smiled without answering, which allowed people to make up their own answers.
The truth was that ever since I had first seen Rory's erection back on that night with the Americans Toby and Brad, its image had never left my mind for long. That awesome hunk of meat formed a big part of many weekday wanks, and when we were working together I used to sneak looks at his crotch, hoping to catch a glimpse of something more than his usual average softie moving about in his work shorts. Some nights I despaired at the poor quality sex Rory was willing to put up with just on the off-chance that the guy he had picked had a loose bucket ass. I knew I could do tons better for him than most of the guys he ended up with, but never even voiced the thought. Rory and I were friends, and that was paramount. In fact he was loads more than a friend to me now, and I couldn't lose that for anything. Besides, the one thing Rory really wanted, his whole fucking Europe-wide quest to find someone he could fuck long and hard, well... I knew I couldn't do that for him. There were times I wanted to so much, but I kept quiet. I secretly longed for the times when our sex partners had cleared off, and we relaxed naked together smoking, chatting, massaging the soreness of sun and sex away.
I simply had no secrets from Rory now; no situation that could possibly be embarrassing. I'd chatted to him while he got fucked hard into the bed by a hairy Spaniard; I'd lit a cigarette for him while he got rimmed by an even hairier Greek boy. He'd sat and poured himself a beer as he watched me on my back as two German boys had fucked me one at each end; he'd applauded as I'd splashed a big load into an Irish boy's open mouth. Once I had been in the bathroom and he'd come in and sat down on the loo to expel two loads of Spanish spunk, utterly untroubled as in the shower I was pissing all over the small hardon of a cute and frantically masturbating French boy. I asked Rory if he had anything to contribute, and when his ass was empty he smiled and joined me by letting out a stream of rich concentrated urine over the French boy, who yelled and spunked like a hose. We'd trimmed each other's bush and shaved each other's balls, and when Rory shaved my ass crack so tenderly and gently that I'd got an erection and slowly wanked myself, he hadn't batted an eyelid. Most memorable of all was the time I'd come back with a tightly-muscled, fair-skinned stud from Finland, to find Rory slowly and methodically slapping his huge, fully hard, leaking erection across the faces of two kneeling Belgian brothers. They were both pretty hung themselves and extremely similar looking, although, we later found out, they weren't twins but born a year apart and, to their parents' absolute horror, both gay. The Finn and I watched Rory in a dream as he just batted his schlong back and forward around the brothers' cheeks, while they wanked each other as expertly as they would have jacked themselves, until Rory's action became quicker and he began to breathe faster, and the brothers moved in for the imminent load of juice. Rory spunked hard while slamming his dick against the cheek of the younger brother. The Finn was captivated and while Rory slipped away to smoke, the Belgians and the Finn and I got into a fast-moving group scene which lasted a couple of hours. Rory didn't get hard again or join in, but he smoothed my hair and massaged my back as I was getting fucked/sucked/rimmed/wanked/whatever. For Rory and I it was just sex; it was what we did, we were good at it and getting better by learning from watching each other. Overall it made us very close, although we didn't see it like that.
But Rory was still desperate for his Holy Grail. Three days before the end of the holiday, we were showering to go out again. I'd had my eye on a beautiful Portuguese guy who had turned up that day with three ugly mates; I hoped that if I timed it right he could be the 2am guy, the one I tool back to have sex with while Rory was around. As I was thinking this through, I realised Rory had been ages in the shower. I went in to the bathroom to check he was OK.
He was standing stock still under the jet of water, looking straight ahead at nothing, holding the unused shampoo bottle in his hand.
"OK, mate?" I ventured. "Feeling a bit tired? Wanna take a night off the mindless sexual athletics?"
He heard me talking, and focussed on me. He smiled, and held out his hand.
"Step in. Loads of room. I'll do your back, you're peeling again."
I dropped my shorts and got in, and he pulled my back towards him, placing his arms around from behind. His totally soft cock fit snugly in my ass crack.
"See?" he said, dreamily. "It fits now."
It felt wonderful to have Rory hold me so intimately. "Maybe tonight will be the night," I said hopefully. "Maybe tonight you'll find a hot young guy who can take your crazy dick nuts-deep."
Rory took some shampoo and rubbed it into my short hair. "Maybe," he said, distantly. "You are very sunburnt across your shoulders. And your bush needs trimming again. Shall I?"
I felt a tiny bit strange now. My bush did not need trimming. It was fine, because Rory had only done it two days before. All the same I turned towards him and reached outside the shower for the scissors. With the water still running, he dropped to his knees in front of me.
Five minutes later, he was still staring at my cock, not having trimmed one pube. "It's perfect," he whispered eventually.
I held my breath, not knowing where this was going.
"I can't tell you how many times I've fantasised that my cock was the same as yours. When I watch you slamming hard into all those young guys, it just makes me want to weep."
I began to get hard, but he didn't seem to care.
"May I?" he asked simply.
I nodded, breath held.
His mouth closed over my cock and I thought I might cum instantly. After all this time, after all this intimacy, Rory and I were in a sexually charged situation. Rory's blowjob continued with increasing energy. He wasn't the best sucker ever, but the very fact that it was Rory made me spark with excitement. I couldn't hold back. After only a minute or so, I moaned to Rory to stop.
"No," he said, his mouth full of my cock. "I want to taste your cream."
I closed my eyes and held his head hard in place. My knees trembled and my heart raced as the orgasm approached. My voice choked "Rory! Oh, Rory!" as my jizz jetted effortlessly from my balls to his stomach. He stood, smiling, and, with his mouth full of my spunk, he leaned in to kiss me. I had tasted my own juice on the tongues of a hundred other guys. But this was Rory, and I nearly fainted from the ecstasy. When I focussed on him again, he was smiling broadly.
"Delicious," he smiled. "The most beautiful and sweet stuff I ever tasted. I could get addicted, you know..."
I became aware of Rory's bat throbbing and swinging between us like a club. It seemed only fair to try and return the favour. I dropped to my knees, and Rory moaned.
"Oh Christ..."
It was simply too big for me to suck. I could lick the head, and at a push I could get his helmet entirely in my mouth. But I felt like I would choke just slightly before my jaw cracked. I stood up, and Rory seemed a little hurt.
"Don't waste this on me," I said. "Come on, get dressed and let's go and find the magic ass that we both know is out there. Maybe tonight, eh?"
Rory sighed deeply.
"Listen," he said as the water still pelted over both of us. "I'm sorry to say this, but it's not what I want anymore. The truth is that it could have happened last night. That Dutch guy could probably have managed it. And before that, it could have happened last week. Remember that guy with the hairy arms? He definitely could have done it. Of course there are guys out there who can do it. We've seen some mad things in porn films, so those guys have got to exist. But..."
"But what? Why didn't you do it, after all this time looking?"
"Because it isn't just any old hole I want. I want it to be you."
This statement hung in the air, and the roar of the water seemed to fade slightly as I took in the words.
"It's you I think about," continued Rory. "It's you that I like being with, you that I like waking up with. I've grown so close to you, it's like you've struggled as much with this as I have, as if you had an interest yourself in the outcome. And so now it wouldn't mean as much with anyone else."
He pulled me back towards him with my back against his stomach again. His enormous erection poked through my legs, my balls sitting on his shaft.
"Rory," I breathed. "I've fantasised about it thousands of times. In my mind, you've fucked me for hours and hours until we were lost in delirium and exploding in spunk. I would give anything to be able to do it for you. But that was fantasy, and this is reality," I said, as I stroked the part of the erection that protruded in front of my ballsac, "and the reality is that my own hole cannot possibly do this. I feel over-full with an eight incher of average thickness, Rory. This is... just impossible. But don't think I'm not moved by what you just said. I feel the same."
Rory smiled a sad little half-smile while his cock still throbbed painfully between my legs.
"But mate," I said shifting to look at him. "I've got an idea. Stay there, and stay hard." I kissed him on the cheek, then jumped out of the shower, and came back with his camera, an ancient Polaroid his brother had given him. "It's time we immortalised this cock on film with the biggest dick pic ever."
Rory laughed and I took half a dozen close-ups of his cock. Still not willing to tell him my idea, I selected the best one and then dragged Rory out of the shower. Fifteen minutes later we were both entering our favourite bar. Cheers rang round as the great Rory entered. It was after 9:30pm, and the bar was practically full. Never having done anything like this before, I left Rory standing and jumped up on one of the tables.
"Gentlemen," I began. My actions were so surprising that the room fell silent nearly instantly. Rory stared at me.
"Many of you know my dear friend Rory here," I adlibbed, not really knowing what to say. The crowd cheered. They certainly were paying attention now.
"You may have heard that he has rather a large cock..."
The crowd erupted into catcalls and hollers and whistles. Rory was dying of embarrassment.
"Some in this room can even confirm exactly how big he is."
The bar laughed as one of the Dutch boys stood up smiling manically and made an accurate "this big" gesture with his hands.
"But it is not all a happy story. Rory is nearly 21 years old, and despite looking for a long while now, he has never found an asshole that he can fuck properly."
More laughs, but muted this time.
"An extraordinary cock calls for extraordinary measures. I can't believe that with all of Europe's finest assembled here on this island, that there isn't one single guy that can offer what Rory needs."
"Not just the finest from Europe!" yelled an Australian voice, and everybody laughed again.
"We've met a fair few of you so far..." I continued.
More laughter at this deliberate euphemism.
"But we can't hope to meet all of you in person in just a couple of weeks."
More howls of laughter, and calls of "shame!"
"So we're having to resort to public advertisement. If any of you think you are man enough for this task," - I brandished the photo of Rory's erection above my head - "then please make yourselves known now. Or if you know anyone else here, or someone you've met here, that might have the required skill, then we can promise him a night he'll never forget."
Lots of guys were trying to get a closer look at the photo.
"Previous applicants need not re-apply," I joked, but only the native English speakers laughed.
I held the photo out, rotating slowly, so that everybody now standing around the table I was on could see it. Many hands grasped out to take the photo, but I didn't let go of it.
"No, no," I said. "You only get to keep the picture if you fulfil the brief. The successful guy can have the other five photos back in our room as well."
Rory himself was reduced to something of a side-show in this scene, as most guys became fascinated with the picture and overlooked the fact that the real thing was standing right next to them.
"Jesus!" said one German voice, amid many other comments at the picture.
The bar was buzzing now. I got off the table, and Rory and I went to the bar to get a drink and see what, if anything, was to happen.
"I can't believe you just did that," said Rory, slightly shocked.
"No, nor can I," I smiled.
Two guys came up to speak to us after that. The first was the Australian who had called out, a guy called Adam. He was masculine and tanned, with dark brown hair, and said he was up for anything. He said he liked getting shagged by really huge cocks, but hadn't taken anything as big as Rory and could only promise that he would try his best. Rory smiled and thanked him, but I knew that Adam was no different from most other guys: that his best would probably not be good enough, raising Rory's hopes only to have them dashed. We told Adam we'd get back to him, and he went back to join his mates. The second guy was a tall Norwegian, with pale skin and small glasses. He was thin and wiry, and said he had had a boyfriend with a cock just as large as Rory's, and they had shagged most nights for 6 months. This placed him above Adam on the list of possibles, but I still didn't think he was exactly what we were looking for.
We were just about to ask the Norwegian to leave with us, when the Belgian brothers approached us again. They had obviously been in deep conversation and were serious in their intent as they spoke.
"We have a boy," one of them began.
"Called Anton," continued the other. "I don't know what you'd call him really..."
"Yeah, he's sort of our houseboy, I suppose, he just likes being around us, he's free to leave whenever he wants..."
"But he chooses to stay; and mainly away from the crowds, too. He's back at our room now."
"We... kind of "use" him; he likes it, and so do we..."
"He's gotta have one of the best asses in the world..."
"Yeah, he like, takes our fists sometimes..."
"Yeah, and our cocks... both of them together, I mean, proper double fuck, god only knows how he fits them both in..."
"But wow is he hot. We thought he could be your guy. Would you like to borrow him?"
"The only price is that we get to watch. Oh, and we get the pictures of course..."
They both laughed.
Rory was grinning. I suspected my mad actions had found us what we were looking for.
One further part to come. If you enjoyed this and would like a list of my other stuff at Nifty, please email me at jsmith381@hotmail.com